The Flood Approaches

Seeing into the future from horrifying dreams: rumbling, bodies tumbling, glass snapping from the weight of the monstrous tide.

A flood approaches from all directions.
Nowhere to run;
can’t save the children’s lives.

Distinctively cold as the liquid rushes in.
Lost the hands of all love within.

A message I can only send to the present –
who pretend not to see the reality of self!
And go about the day like books on an empty shelf.

A lady from the future came to me and said:
“Send a warning – save yourself”.

I see the flood.
I see the carnage.
I see blue bodies dipped in varnish.

The flood is coming soon,
lit by a pale Moon at night;
gathering momentum by the rise of the sunlight.

The screams will echo to all who listen
until silence beckons with the last breath of few.